Divorced and Remarried:Desired by Two Billionaires
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.
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Chapter 3
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~Velma's POV
I woke up feeling like my body had been carved out of exhaustion, heavy and unwilling to move, and even though the morning light was already creeping across the room, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, pretending for a few seconds that nothing was waiting for me, but then I heard the soft rustle of clothes, the clink of a belt buckle, and the quiet footsteps that told me Dylan was getting ready for work.
He didn't bother turning toward me when he spoke.
"Get up and get dressed," he said, his voice cool, like he hadn't spent last night tearing me apart.
"The driver will take you to the station. Don't be late."
I didn't answer. I didn't even blink. I just kept staring at the ceiling because if I looked at him, I wasn't sure what would come out of my mouth.
He waited for a second, maybe two, but when he realized I wasn't going to give him anything, he simply walked out, closing the door in that firm way.
It took a while before I finally pushed myself up. My head felt foggy, my chest felt tight, and every breath seemed to carry the memory of his words from last night. I rubbed my face and whispered Lira's name, and she came rushing in immediately, like she had been standing outside the whole time waiting for a signal.
"Madam, good morning," she said softly, and I could see the worry in her eyes.
I cleared my throat. "Please... make me something light. Maybe tea. I don't think I can handle anything heavy."
She hesitated, and that was my first warning that something wasn't right.
"Madam..." she said quietly. "Miss Eva is here. She's in the living room. With... with your mother-in-law."
My heart jerked like someone had yanked it with a hook.
"What?" I asked, already swinging my legs out of bed. "Why is that bitch here? At this hour?"
Lira didn't answer. She didn't need to. I already knew it wasn't for anything good.
I stood up, straightened my night robe a little, wiped under my eyes, and forced my breath to calm before walking out. As I approached the living room, I pasted a smile on my face, one I didn't feel, not even a little.
"Good morning, Mother," I said, lifting my chin gently as I stepped in.
She didn't even return the smile. She just gave me that look she always gave, the one that told me I was an irritation she tolerated only because she had to. She folded her arms and looked away.
Then my eyes fell on Eva, sitting comfortably on the couch, crossing her legs like she lived here, her lips curled into that smug smile I had known all my life.
My smile dropped immediately.
"Why are you here?" I asked quietly, looking right at Eva.
She stood up slowly, enjoying every second of the moment, and she handed me a brown file as if she were giving me a gift.
"Here," she said, her smile widening.
I frowned and took the file. "What is this?"
"Open it," she replied, sounding almost excited.
I opened it, and for a moment I couldn't breathe.
It was a divorce paper. Freshly printed. Already stamped.
I looked up at her, then at my mother-in-law, and then back at the paper.
"You must be insane," I said, my voice trembling even though I tried to steady it. "You actually came to my house to give me a divorce paper? Are you mad?"
I barely finished speaking when a slap cut across my face so fast and so hard my ears rang.
My mother-in-law stood there, palm still lifted, her eyes blazing.
"How dare you raise your voice at Eva?" she snapped. "A defective, barren woman like you should know her place."
My chest burned as I held my cheek.
"Mother..." I whispered, stunned. "Why would you..."
She stepped closer. "I have always known you were a mistake. It should have been Eva from the beginning. She is everything you are not. And she will become what you failed to be. Dylan's wife. The mother of his children. This...." she pointed at the papers "will happen. Whether you like it or not."
I stared at her, then at Eva, who was practically glowing with satisfaction.
Eva folded her arms. "Dylan wants this, too. In fact, he brought it up last night. I simply fast-tracked the process."
Tears filled my eyes. "Last night? He... he only mentioned divorce last night. How did you even get papers printed and stamped by morning? That's not possible."
Eva laughed softly. "Money makes things very possible."
I shook my head. "I'm not signing anything. And if something like this is to be done, it should come from my husband, not you."
Eva smirked. "Oh, if you want it from him, then fine. Maybe this will help."
She placed her hand on her stomach, lightly, like she was touching something precious.
"I'm carrying Dylan's child, Velma," she said, her voice slow and cruel. "The child you couldn't give him."
For a moment, the room tilted.
I grabbed the edge of the couch to steady myself.
My eyes darted to my mother-in-law, who was also shocked for a second before her expression melted into joy. She rushed to Eva and pulled her into a hug.
"My daughter," she whispered, stroking Eva's hair. "Finally... finally someone has given my son and me what we truly deserve."
"No," I whispered. "No. Eva, that's not possible. That is a lie. Dylan will never cheat on me!"
She cut me off by pulling out her phone and holding the screen up to my face. A video started playing. It was dark, grainy, but painfully clear enough. Dylan was on a bed, and Eva was beside him. His arm around her.
"Does this make you believe?" she asked softly, savoring every word.
I staggered back, shaking my head over and over.
"Eva," I whispered, my voice breaking. "What did you do?"
She just smiled, like the devil dressed in silk.
"Velma," she said softly, leaning slightly toward me, "if you know what's best for yourself, if you know what will save you from more pain, you will just sign these papers and leave."
I stood there, trembling, as Eva pressed the papers into my hands, her fingers holding mine tightly, refusing to let me pull away. Her smile was sharp, almost polite, as she whispered, "I'll do you the honor of submitting this for you, Velma. Just sign it." My throat burned, tears sliding down my cheeks, but I felt trapped, her grip unrelenting, forcing my hand to the pen as if my resistance meant nothing.
Then my mother-in-law's voice thundered through the room, sharp and merciless. She yelled at the maids to pack my things, to throw everything out, to make sure I left immediately. Boxes were shoved around, drawers emptied, my life dismantled before my eyes like a cruel movie I couldn't escape. I wanted to scream, to fight, to vanish, but all I could do was cry, my heart breaking as they took everything from me in that single, devastating moment.
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9.0
For seven years, I was the perfect wife to Denny Sanford and the brilliant CTO who built the core technology of his billion-dollar empire.
But at my brother-in-law's memorial service, I hid behind a velvet curtain in the study and caught my husband passionately kissing the grieving widow, Brittany.
They weren't just having an affair. Brittany was pregnant with Denny's child.
"Once the paternity test confirms the baby is a Sanford heir, we control everything," she whispered.
"Christa is brilliant with data, but clueless with people. She's completely harmless," Denny sneered, dismissing me as a convenient tool.
My world shattered. Under his protection, Brittany had already stolen the credit and millions of dollars in consulting fees for my patents. To maintain his perfect facade, Denny even abandoned our six-year-old daughter's championship to hold his mistress's hand through a fake hospital visit.
I had sacrificed my days and nights to build his company, only to realize my entire marriage was a calculated lie designed to fund his second family. He thought my scientific detachment made me blind, stupid, and weak.
Harmless? I smiled coldly in the dark, backed up every server log proving my intellectual property, and messaged the most ruthless divorce attorney in New York. If he wanted to build his future on stolen data, I would show him exactly how a scientist dismantles a flawed experiment.
7.1
Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed.
"Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out."
I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction.
"Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you."
He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him.
I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long?
GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago.
My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now."
A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare.
"I quit."
9.3
She was never supposed to be the bride.
Lila Hart has always lived in her older sister's shadow, Evelyn, the perfect daughter, the favorite, the one chosen to marry Adrian Blackwell, the cold, powerful billionaire heir who controls half of Manhattan. But forty-eight hours before the wedding, Evelyn disappears. No explanation, No goodbye. Just a single warning: "Don't let him find out what I did."
Now the Hart family is about to lose everything, their reputation, their company, their future, unless Lila steps into the role her sister abandoned.
So Lila becomes the replacement bride
A marriage born out of duty for her... and pure anger for him.
Adrian doesn't want a wife, He wants answers. And he's certain Lila knows more about Evelyn's disappearance than she claims. They swear they'll keep their distance, No love,No trust, Just a contract neither of them asked for.
But the night of the wedding, a violent warning arrives, proving Evelyn didn't run away, She was taken. And whoever has her... wants Lila next.
Now Lila is trapped in a marriage built on secrets, hunted by enemies she can't see, and falling for a man she was never supposed to love.
Because the most dangerous place for her... might be right beside her husband.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
7.7
Kiara Watson had lived an unhappy life with her family, always overshadowed by her sister, Cloe, who stole all the attention with her beauty.
However, Kiara's fate took an unexpected turn when, by mistake and out of obligation, she found herself linked to Archie Villarreal, the man who caused a sensation in the most powerful family, the Villarreals.
A dirty trick by Cloe awakened the fury of billionaire Archie. For Kiara, being Cloe's twin became her greatest sin.
She received cruel punishment from Archie, who would do everything in his power to keep her from escaping, creating a stormy and passionate game of love and vehemence.
8.9
The family of Williams are known to be strict, rigid and too controlling; they set barriers and closed edges between relations and an interloper.
A family once filled with wealth and life of riches went bankrupt after it was discovered most of its stocks were poorly managed by top board members in the enterprise.
Emily Williams, was born into this once prosperous family, her father Mr Williams Richard mentally broken since the huge financial loss had to change the family doctrines and conservative manners to accommodate an outsider, a Rich one to be precise.
Her mother Elizabeth Williams and brother John Williams, work as a day labourer to make ends meet they find it hard to gratify the whole family needs for the pressure was hard on their neck.
Since their father is unable to support the family's financial backbone he had only one idea that could take the family out of financial disgrace: His youngest child and only daughter, Emily Williams.
She was later given out as an arranged marriage after she gave up her passion to become an entrepreneur She would now become a full house wife to a son of an affluent lineage in the society where she would face different adversaries and oppositions.
She wasn't welcomed into the family of the Carter's; her mother in-law Sarah and her two daughters Hannah and Lucy saw her as proud, egoistic, narcissist, self-absorbed egomaniac, smug and insufferable.
She only got the approval of her father in-law Mr Carter James and husband Eric Carter who helped her in times of difficulty and pains due to a held promise made by James Carter and her father Richard Williams.
Read to find out if Emily would ignite her passion back when she figures she has been living a life full of lies and hatred.